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Niggas having undercover pressure by a bitch
Let a nigga know if this shit old
I was still in jail, I wasn't payin' attention
I done seen a gangster nigga turn bitch
Homie had some cars, I don't like big shit
Still pull up on a nigga kit
I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this
I always knew that I would get rich
I wish she would cry like I'm buying tears
She done kept it gangster all of these years
Used to write a bitch, she ain't write back
Now I'm on top, she don't like that
I don't think about it, had to let 'em know
That she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice
Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused
Go and get the money, 'posed to save up
Crib with them bars, I gotta stay low
Rest in peace my dog, he got a halo
Play with me you gon' get chastised
For you to roll down the road doin' real time
My little homie they call it the red line
He only pull up when they say it's time
Play with me you gon' get chastised
For me to roll down the road doin' real time
My little homie they call it the red line
He only pull up when they say it's time
Ain't got no patience for bullshit
I kill them all dead, I ain't gon' play with no bodies
Lil' homie thuggin', he 13
Like a slim bih, he just want him a body
No one went to the league but we all ball
Make sure everyone eat, I don't 'ball hog'
Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood
That made my heart beat through it
Showin' bright red like sparks
But she ain't dead broke, that was calming
Watchin' niggas hustlin', they would target
They was tryin'to leave me by the garbage
Now they calling, meet me, I'ma target
Do it for them, make them feel important
Knowing damn well I should ignore them
I buy what I want, I can't afford it
Lotta money, I want more of it
Play with me you gon' get chastised
For me to roll down the road doin' red time
My little homie they call it the red line
He only pull up when they say it's time
Play with me you gon' get chastised
For me to roll down the road doin' red time
My little homie they call it the red line
He only pull up when they say it's time